❝ my family are so fucked up. i love them ❞
hannah gallagher, the middle child.
a spit fire, a smart ass and god damn loyal.
as long as she doesn't turn out like her parents, she doesn't care.
she's just trying not to get herself killed.
❝ fuck the...
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"You know you can stay another night, Han." Elodie softly told the girl as the redhead stood by the open front door of the Cuthbert's house.
"I know," Hannah nodded with a small smile, "But I need to go back. For Debs, Carl and Liam. They need me."
"Okay." Elodie nodded, hugging her best friend.
"Tell your parents thank you," Hannah said, "They haven't even asked any questions."
Elodie gave her a crooked smile, "That's because they know that you'll tell them when you're ready.
Hannah sighed, looking around the foyer, "If only I could stay here forever."
"You know fully well that you can." Elodie chuckled.
"Thanks, Ellie," Hannah nodded, slipping on a pair of the brunette's shoes and slinging the bag with her school uniform in over her shoulder, "See you at school tomorrow." She said, before leaving.
"See you at school." Elodie repeated quietly, closing the door.
"Was that Hannah?" Adam asked as he came down the stairs.
Elodie nodded, "Lip called. Debbie really needs her right now."
The boy shook his head with a sigh, "Honestly. Fuck Monica."
His twin nodded in agreement, "Fuck Monica."
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Hannah tiredly opened the door to her, Debbie and Liam's room, the latter in her arms as she was greeted with the sight of Debbie and Carl sat on the floor, playing Battleship.
"Guys," She quietly sighed, walking around them and gently placing a sleeping Liam into his crib, "You should be in bed."
Debbie shrugged, "Mom never tucked us in."
Carl only shook his head, turning back to the game, "It has to be E-6 it's the only spot left big enough for a carrier." He said.
"No, it's not." Debbie said.
"You're lying." Carl rolled his eyes.
Hanna only rubbed her temples as her younger siblings bickered, when Fiona's voice came on the baby monitor.
"Carl, go back to your room. Debbie, go to sleep. School tomorrow."
